All For Me Grog

It's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
And across the western ocean I must wander.

Where are me boots, me noggy noggy boots,They've all gone for beer and tobacco.
The leather's kicked about and the soles are all worn out,
And my toes are looking out for better weather.

Where is me shirt, me noggy noggy shirt,It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
The collar's all worn out and the front is kicked about,
And my tails are looking out for better weather.

Where is me bed, me noggy noggy bed,It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
I lent it to a whore and now it's all a-wore,
And the springs are looking out for better weather.

Where is me wench, me noggy noggy wench,She's all gone for beer and tobacco.
Her lips are all worn out and her front is kicked about,
And her tail is looking out for better weather.

I feel sick in the head and I haven't been to bed,
Since first I came ashore with me plunder.
I see centipedes and snakes and I'm full of pains and aches,
And I think that I should push out over yonder.